“There’s nothing here. Trust me, Mila, if there are happily-for-nows, I’ll never be yours.” He said my name like I was young, stupid, like I was too immature to recognize something as simple as attraction. If he was aiming for a nerve, he hit it. Bitterness singed my lungs until it escaped in one harsh accusation. “I may be naïve, but I know a liar when I see one.”
